A man, hair long and tangled.

From Create Your Own Story

Yes, a man.. The most populous of races on the continent, your people came from a land of endless winter far to the south. You look back into the mirror. Your eyes are hard and bloodshot, your hair oily and dirty from being imprisoned for so long. You remember little from before, only fleeting memories of a better life and a costly mistake. You turn away from the mirror. Your cell is painfully tight, furnished only by the mirror, the bed, and a small stool with a book upon it. What do you do?

Look, for the thousandth time, for a way out.

Read the book titled "Sermons of the God-King Marikoth".

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